The Dawson journal. (Dawson, Ga.) 1878-18??, 1887-03-17
A BACHELOR 5 GR0WL.
The Decrease of Mar iage in Good So
reiety ant Why.

was reprint Of a etter entitled
"A Bellies Lament" The fair
unknown regrets seven weary
years of social toll. She is "a,
and has been hattered and COM
plimented, and with the slightest
encouragement might now have
been a loving wife. She says:
1T is lamentsbly true that, like
many other girls, my ears have
grown so accustomed to compli-
ments that they are only empty,
meaningless sounds, for despite
the victory a woman achieves
every time somebody tells her she
is beautiful, particularly when
she knows there truth in the
assertion, the fali remains and
overwhelms her Ike an avalanche
from which there is no escape
that among ali tha nightly gal
lants not one of tha Trustworthy
throng has the mauliu ess or cour-
age to ask her hand in marriage"
She points out the tolly and fig
ures the expense OF this 1attering-
around-the-light-v forthcoming
to-the-point business, and adds:
isn't it simply heart-rending for
a girl of my years-and quali6ca-
tons, too, l may add-to contem-
plate? Is ii any wonder I sit in
my room every day, after q night
OF decollette dressing and silly
waltzipg, and shed bitter tears be-
cause, though men fatter, they
refuse to think well enough to
marry me?'
l truly sympathize with the
young woman; but let ms ask:
us The lot Of the young men who
tiatter but dare not wed lovely
damsels of her stamp any more
enviable?' How cften have I not
returned from a iall dress rout,
Invested myself OF the infallihle
"spike-tail," oonced myself
comfortably witt my slippered
feet on the ma Oh fred the final
cigar-philosor Through
the curling smoL T. see visions of
the fair beine dpoa whom I've
expendal lay bes forts at per-
sitiage only an hour since. I
think how coy it would be were
she to be GAZING 1t the dy,ng en-
bers of the hearth, sitting on a
low stool by my side, and how
tenderly I'd kj those pretty
shoulders that / / an hour since
| compared with those OF the Venus
of the Louvre.
The picture is E enchanting [
even seriously speculate upon the
possibility of making it real. A
little sober reasoning and it is all
dissolved into smoke even like the
cigar, the remnants of which l
throw among the blackened Goals.
I'm % and a strug ling barrister.
, The battle is not won. I've q
reputation to ma9e-position to
gain. Ewes fair daughters of to.
day do not cast their lot with
struggling young men, win or
lose, rise OF SO under. The young
lady of the period is too we'll
trained to do anything that is not
strictly good form, don't you know,
and it is not god form to give
way to sentiment 70 the extent Of
marrying a man Who has not
wealth and position. lie it is not
an absolute drinking foreigner
with tile, IL Is 61-yea"-old
millionaire, with neck the size
Of her waist, that can successfully
bid for the fayoIs of the far
ton, snd the das1ardly effort to
use the strong arm Of The law to
accomplish an In aoral purpose.
After learning the facts Governor
maiden Of to-day. She will listen
to your tribute to her beauty.
She even grows a connoisseur in
the matter Of the quality &C your
compliments. She is not stupid
and you must sharpen your wits
in order to invent palatable food
for her vanity. she waltzes with
yoG, Rirts with you, even INDUCES